Tropical Nightmare- Chapter 6: SOS (Kate´s POV)

Disclaimer: I don´t own any characters or anything!

Summary: Tony and Kate are sent to Argentina for an undercover mission, but they have to take a detour.They are bound to find out that atropical island can be a real nightmare -at least if you´re on your own out there...

Additional note: I usually don´t write 1st-person narrator, but it seemed to fit rather well for this little story as the POV changes with each chapter.Also, the use of present-tense is wanted here, eventhough it may seem a bit odd. I hope it´s still readable.

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I always thought Tony is a macho -big mouth, nothing behind that. We´ve been working together for two years now, but I never realized how wrong I was about him. He´s as much of a macho as Gibbs is of a sweetheart. It´s been three days since we landed on this island, three endless days. I always wanted to spend a long vacation on some deserted island, but right now I would rather go for a shopping tour in New York City than staying here a minute longer.

Tony is still asleep. The fire has burnt out over the night, but the sun is rising already. It´s going to be nice and warm soon. I get up and look around. There are more boxes in the water today, probably more from our crashed plane. I walk into the water and fish them out. Maybe there´s something inside that will be of use. I´m still hoping for antibiotics or at least some antiseptic ointment. It´s amazing how quickly the wound on his foot is healing, but he´s still running a fever from the infection. He told me he´ll be fine in a day or two -I hope he´s right.

As I walk along the beach, I remember the survival training Gibbs made us go through. That´s when we found out what the second b in his name stands for. I never thought I would need something we learned there, but I guess I was wrong. There are some pieces of wood lying around. Without thinking much, I take a large branch and start writing three letters into the sand, each one about 15 ft tall. SOS

There are not enough rocks and pieces of wood lying around, but I get done with the first S and a bit of the O. There might be more tomorrow. When I walk back to our campsite I see that Tony is awake. He´s sitting up, ripping his T-Shirt into pieces. "What´ll that do good?" I ask and sit down across from him. The ashes of the fire are still warm and I realize how cold the air still is.

He grins and ties the pieces around his foot. "Good old first aid, Kate. A simple bandage." He says and gets up, slowly putting weight on his foot. "Works just fine, I´d say." He walks a few steps, but I can´t see his face. Something is telling me that it´s not as painless as he tries to make it look, but I know better than to ask him about it. Tony has his own head about these things. I gather some wood and start the fire again. I found a large bag with black tea in one of the boxes yesterday. Tony is looking at the parcels I recovered this morning. "Hey, there´s a first aid kit in here."

I turn around and smile. "Well, just what we need then. Now you got a decent bandage, but no T-Shirt. Maybe you should have waited before ripping it apart." I can´t bite back this one remark, but he just grins at me and continues to go through the parcels.

By late afternoon, we´ve settled down with our new finds. There was a whole lot of clothes in one of the boxes, probably birthday presents or something. Besides that we got three cans of beans, one can pineapple and a set of kitchen knives. "You know, they should include plane wrecks in the survival training. I can´t believe they made us eat worms -there´s so much stuff around here. Coconuts, fish, those cans." Tony says while prying a can open with one of the knives.

"You don´t know how long we´ll be stuck here. Do you think the GPRS chips survived the crash?" I look at the two black cards sitting on a rock. We tried to activate the chips the first morning after the crash, but the small red LEDs stayed blank. I am not much of an electronics-crack. Abby or McGee would know what to do, but they´re not here.

Tony takes one of the chips and turns it over. There´s still water running out of the casing. "Nah, don´t think so. Even if the chips are still okay, the power cell is busted big times. Abby once told me that they can survive rain and even a short dip into a pool, but salt water is deadly." He replies and puts it back. "If I got some kind of electronics-repair set, I might be able to get the chip back together, but it would still need some alternative power source. We´d have enough sun for a solar cell, but I doubt that those things grow on trees."

I have to laugh at his remark and his face lightens up as well. "I´d love to see Gibbs in a situation like this. Especially without coffee. I heard that the Starbucks around the corner is nominating him as customer of the year for the third time in a row. When he was in hospital after Ari shot him, their profit went down a whole 4 points that week." I smile when I remember Washington, but it makes me sad at the same time. On one hand, I would have never learned so much about Tony there, but on the other hand, I would have a bed, a shower and decent food. For a moment, I´m not sure if the latter is so important to me at the moment, but I can´t say what makes me think about that.